“I wish it did,” Penny said, neatly changing the subject. “Dad, Louise and I saw a number of men going into the tower tonight. Obviously, they were summoned there by the striking of the clock.”
“Tommyrot!”
“Oh, Dad, you haven’t a scrap of imagination,” Penny sighed. “Has it never occurred to you that Charley Phelps may be connected with the Hoods?”
“Never,” replied Mr. Parker. “And if I were you I shouldn’t go around making such wild suggestions. You might find yourself involved in serious trouble.”
“You’re the only one to whom I’ve confided my theory, Dad. In fact, it only this minute occurred to me.”
“So I thought, Penny. If I were you I would forget the Hubell clock. Why not devote yourself to something worthwhile?”
“For instance?”
“I’ll provide an interesting job. I’ve been asked to select play equipment for the new orphans’ camp. I’ll be happy to turn the task over to you.”
“Do you think I could do it?” Penny asked dubiously.
“Why not? You can learn from the matron of the Home what is needed, and then make your selection.”